I guess I finally understand the definition of obsession… stupid inexplicable passion for something, anything… worthless or worthwhile. I experienced it only recently. And then I looked back at the occasions in my life when I acted obsessively for something, either crucial or totally insignificant; and they were so limited that I could count them on fingers. Was I passionless for prolonged periods of time or was I too busy with the mundane? Either ways, those moments of stupidity were ecstatic and welcome. Madness is good; it’s fun; and most importantly, it’s necessary.